TITLE: Lie to me
AUTHOR: sara-chan
PAIRING: Ran/Ken
RATING: R
WARNINGS: yaoi, angst, violence, Ken-torture, AU
DISCLAIMERS: Weiss Kreuz is not mine. I'm just a poor student.
SUMMARY: Ken lives in Tokyo in a rich family. His parents employ a new teacher for him, named Aya Fujimiya. But who is this mysterious man? Why is he hiding? The truth isn't always pleasant to learn, especially when it's linked to Ken's own life.
A/N: thank you guys for your reviews! Hope you will still enjoy my fic!
LIE TO ME
Chapter 2: THE NEW TEACHER
"My name is Aya Fujimiya."
The cold and icy tone of the man made Ken gulp nervously and shudder from head to toe. Oooookay! Maybe he'd have more difficulties than he thought to become friends with his new teacher. The man's intense amethyst eyes made Ken even more nervous. It was as if the man was trying to know Ken's deepest secrets. The brunette felt naked under the piercing gaze. Like he was an open book. He had never felt that before with anyone else.
Added to his choking violet eyes, Fujimiya had red hair contrasting strongly with his pale white skin. Ken supposed the redhead was around 24-25 years old. He was the classic and typical teacher. Rectangular glasses, brown suit with black tie. And he looked to be very severe.
It's sure going to be great fun, the brunette thought dryly.
His parents talked with his teacher one last time, then left them for Ken's first lesson. A long silence followed during which Ken was standing up near the desk which would be used during his course.
The brunette discretely glanced at his new teacher and nearly had a heart attack. Fujimiya was looking straight at him. Ken's agitation became more and more visible. Nervously moistening his lips, Ken shifted his weight from one foot to the other. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He was surprised he wasn't already babbling.
Ooookay. It's getting very embarrassing. What is he waiting for? When is he going to start his lesson?
As if he had heard his thoughts, the redhead straightened up. "Ken, what are you doing? Take a seat. I don't think you'd want to work while standing up, right?"
Ken felt his cheeks flushed. He quickly sat on his chair and took his pen and books.
Jerk!
Something told him those lessons wouldn't be as great as he had thought.
Wonderful!
- YYY -
At 12:15, Ken came in the kitchen with slow steps and a scowling look. Maya looked up from his cake, but when she saw the teen's face, she raised a brow. "Your lesson is finished, Ken-kun?" she asked.
The brunette collapsed on a chair and nodded. "The next course will start at 14:00 and end at 17:00."
The old woman wiped her hands on her apron. She took a cup full of tea and offered it to the teen. Ken gave her a thankful smile, though his frown didn't leave his face. "Maya, this guy is unpleasant, cold and asocial! Each time I say something, he looks at me with this scowl on his face that makes me want to run faaaaar away from him. I won't be surprised if he could freeze fire with his icy eyes!"
Ken was pretty sure the redhead's eyes were made of laser because each time the brunette made a false answer on a problem; his teacher would shoot him a death glare. If looks could kill, well… let's say there wouldn't be anymore Kenken at dinner. Damn, and he had to endure the man for an entire year!
Maybe not if he kills you with work! Ken's mind said.
Shit! Ken shuddered.
It was very possible. Ken had never met a teacher who would give so much work. They had worked for 3 hours, but Ken felt like they had finished the entire program. With how things were going on, the brunette wouldn't last very long. Ken groaned at these thoughts.
Maya chuckled and gently patted his shoulder. "Ken-kun, look at it this way. It's for your own good. It's for your health, and it was your parents who asked Fujimiya-san to come."
Ken sighed, then grinned. "Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that this guy is a jerk!"
The old woman laughed and soon after, the kitchen was filled with laughs.
That was then how Ken's lessons followed with Mr Fujimiya everyday. From 9a.m. to 12 p.m. then from 2 p.m. to 5 p.m. His teacher taught him all the subjects he had at school. Math, English, History, Physics, Chemistry… Ken was in fact astounded at his sensei's knowledge. It was indeed rare to find a teacher that taught all the subjects. Usually, each teacher did only one subject. Beside, Fujimiya was quite younger than most of his teachers at his school.
This guy is not normal. That's all there is to it Ken.
Nevertheless, Ken had to admit Fujimiya was a good teacher. Ken wasn't very good in Chemistry, but since the redhead explained him all the reactions, everything became clear. Yeah, Ken had to give him credit that he was good at teaching.
But that's all. I'm still thinking he is an insensible bastard! Ken thought while getting out of the limo.
Ken was coming from the stadium. Every Wednesday, he would be there to teach soccer to his kids. He wasn't alone to do it of course. He would already be dead otherwise, but even with Omi's help, Ken could now already feel the first signs of tiredness.
"Are you alright Ken-san?" Matsuya asked, getting off of the limo too.
The chocolate-eyed teen gave him a reassuring smile. "Haï, don't worry. I'm just tired."
"Do you want me to help you?" the old man asked with a frown.
Ken dismissed it with a sign of his hand. After saying his farewell to Matsuya, the brunette walked toward the door. The yard had never been so long to him before than today. Usually, he loved to walk along it. The sakura trees would blossom wonderfully while flowers would lie along his path. But today, their show didn't catch his eyes. All Ken wanted was to go to his bed and sleep.
And take these damn pills.
Panting and eyes too wide to not denote his illness, Ken was approaching the front door when it suddenly opened in front of him.
Brad Crawford was standing before him.
"Ken-kun, I thought it was you."
The brunette blinked and lifted a brow. How could he know I would be behind the door? Is he a mind-reader or what?
"Konnichi-wa Crawford-san," Ken smiled at him while stepping in the hall. Suddenly, he staggered on his feet, but Crawford caught him just in time before he fell. The man leaded him to the living-room where he helped him sit on the couch. The business man left the room shortly and came back with a glass of water and some pills.
"Here, these are your pills, right?" the man asked him.
Ken nodded and swallowed them as quickly as he could. He sighed then, feeling much better, and fell back against the couch. A thought crossed his mind; how could Crawford know where his pills would be? He had never been in the bedroom before… The teen dismissed the problem; he was too tired to think about it. His brain was trying to function normally again. When his breath was much slower and calmer, Ken muttered a soft 'thanks' , which Crawford answered with his usual silence. The older man wasn't in fact too different than Fujimiya. Both were the silent and cold type. At the name of Fujimiya, Ken jumped.
"Shit! Sensei is waiting for me! My lesson is going to start in 10 minutes!" He was then standing up when Brad wrapped his hand around Ken's waist.
"Let me help you Ken-kun. You are still tired."
The brunette flushed bright red at the taller man's closeness but he nodded at his offer. Both men climbed the stairs slowly when Ken turned toward Crawford again. "Has my father come back?"
"Not yet. He returned to the company an hour ago but he will be back soon. Why?"
Ken frowned. "Hum, it's strange. I thought I heard a noise in his office." He shrugged. "I must have been wrong. Let's go, ne?" They climbed up the stairs and went to the first floor.
When all were silent again, the door of Reiji Hidaka's office shut softly back after the shadow in the room was sure no one was around the hall or the stairs. Walking toward the neat and perfectly tidy desk, the intruder frowned annoyed. He then took his cell phone out from his jacket suit. Someone at the other line answered him.
/Report./
"Nothing in the office. Nothing either in Mrs Hidaka's room," the shadow replied.
/Okay. How is it with the boy?/
"Fine."
/You know what you have to do. Continue the mission according to plan./
"Haï. Abyssinian out."
The communication stopped. A rustle of clothes indicated that the cell phone went back in his jacket. Shutting the door after him, he put back on his rectangular glasses and climbed the stairs to return to his student Ken Hidaka, ready to play the role of the teacher Aya Fujimiya again.
TBC…
Okay, that was short. But well, I don't know if there are still some people reading this fic. -looks around- Please review
Sara-chan